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Two years ago on December 23rd, one of my best friends, Ellen Watters, was struck by a distracted driver. Four days later she died as a result of her injuries.
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Yesterday, her mother Nancy and I attended a conference in Quebec, where the province launched an international Don’t Text and Drive Day (December 22nd).
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We are heading into a busy time of year, where we tend to be even more distracted than ever. So this Christmas season, and every season, let’s pay attention to the road. Let’s leave our phones in our purse, bag, or even better, the back seat or trunk. We ALL have a responsibility as drivers. Not just for cyclists but for pedestrians and others drivers on the road. A text can wait, adjust the music before you leave the house. These are just examples. We’ve all done it and I think for some reason we think it’s ok, that nothing will happen if we take our eyes off the road for just a few seconds. A lot can happen in a few seconds. Ellen’s death is proof enough.
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Photo 1 (Nancy saying a few words about Ellen), Photo 3 (Nancy explaining how New Brunswick has implemented a 1 meter law since Ellens’s passing (#EllensLaw ) for cars passing a cyclist (if it’s not obvious that means by law, vehicles must allow 1 full meter (or more) while passing a cyclist on the road), Photo 3 (Nancy and Louis Garneau holding a photo of Ellen).
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Day #27 . We're on top of the Alps. The Gotthard Pass is our only way to cross Switzerland. At the bottom of this mountain is Italy.
We've made it! Almost.
2,106m high, we've been cycling uphill for three days straight to get to where we are, but as the sun's rays kiss the horizon one last time, we're too tired to celebrate.
It's really cold up here, we're wearing all of our clothes and still freezing.
I take out my guitar. We're filming.
There's no way we're cycling any further tonight, we're exhausted.
I begin searching for a place to sleep.
It's illegal to wild camp in Switzerland, but no one really cares around here, there are plenty of people hidden between the rocks with their tents.
We don't have a tent.
It's really windy, our number one priority is finding some form of shelter. People have been talking about a storm coming on.
I see a fort in the distance. Looks like one of those ancient, Game Of Thrones type of forts. Abandoned, of course.
I go there to explore, crossing some kind of electrified rope... didn't get electrocuted!
It's strange to walk through the remains of a building like that. Everything is made of stone, the doors are low - clearly, it was designed for shorter people. Ancient. So ancient... made for a different world, a tougher one...
I feel like I'm in Lord of the Rings, and I hear the whispers of the goblins coming from the cellars. "I found a place for us to sleep!" I return.
@_lele0994 and @armasrudaitis look at me. Excitement is not something that I find in their faces. More like fatigue. A lot of it.
They're obviously not sure what to expect. My choice of sleeping place has so far been as far from 5 star hotel as it gets... This one is no exception. And, given the electricity charged rope, it kind of looks illegal.
Everyone is too tired to disagree. This works in my favor, as we just end up going along with it. It's not like there are better options around!
We lay down to sleep, feeling like warriors on top of this huge mountain, sleeping on the remains of an abandoned fort.
Are we about to enter Narnia? What will happen tonight?
We wake up in the morning to a beautiful sunrise.